Mathematics is merely the means to a general and ultimate knowledge of man.

The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.

Industriousness and conscientiousness are often at odds, because industriousness wants to pick the still sour fruit from the tree,while conscientiousness lets it hang there too long, until it falls and bruises.

Man is something to be surpassed.

Our drives are reducible to the will to power. The will to power is the ultimate fact at which we arrive.

Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.

Whoever does not have a good father should procure one.